The Distant Whispers
The road to the Blackwood estate was not a path of discovery but a narrowing, a slow constriction of the world into a single, muddy track that led inevitably toward the dark treeline. Elara had traveled for three days from the coastal city, her carriage jolting over roots that seemed to reach up from the earth like grasping fingers, seeking to pull her back into the life she had abandoned. She...
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